About what, exactly?” Dad insisted on knowing.“Well, for one thing, a black girl should be kept aware of her black heritage, even if you’re rais...ng her white. Not totally cut off from black culture, you know. Or was there something about black culture that you find offensive?” Becky confronted Dad now.“That’s just college PC nonsense, has nothing to do with the Lord or the Gospel, or any other such things. It’s a distraction from what matters. Black and white don’t matter in the sight of God. ’ ‘Thank you,’ she said, smiling at me. Then after a few seconds she added, ‘Would you like to join me? I think that I need some help to finish this champagne.’ ‘Delighted,’ I replied. I went over and sat down at her table, and she said, ‘ I must confess that I recognised you. You are the famous English writer James Brown, are you not?’ ‘Well, I don’t know about the ‘famous’ part, but I am James Brown, and I do write novels,’ I replied, trying to sound modest. She smiled, and then said, ‘I am. Just before she cums, Amy likes to be choked. We communicate via KIK (got busted a few years ago because the husband saw the phone bill, so no more text), and once a week or so, Amy comes over while one of her k**s is at a thing. She no more than walks in the door and is dragging me to the bedroom, pulling clothes off all the way. She only has an hour or so, so she like the maximize naked time. When we first met, Amy mostly just wanted me to fuck her. She liked it hard, rough, fast, slow, top,. I was even excited a little that he was so into it and felt an erection in my pants imagining him with her and maybe the two of them even letting me watch. It was just a wild fantasy, but it felt hot. Then he dropped the bomb on me. “In fact that’s so fucking hot, I’m going to need you to do me a big favor.” “What kind of favor?” I asked a little nervously. “I’m going to need you to suck me off before we go back to work. In fact I’m going to pretend that your mouth is your wife’s hot married.